#29- No More New Year’s Resolutions

New Year's Resolutions resolutions

This year I will not be teaching my kids to make New Year’s Resolutions.  There will be no grand gesture to stop bickering, clean our rooms more often or eat more veggies.  I know it’s tradition, but here’s why it’s not going to be our tradition.

Change is good.  Self-Improvement is good.  But it has to happen when a person is ready.  A drug addict does not succeed in rehab unless they really want to be there.  A healthy exercise plan does not work if the person isn’t truly dedicated to what they are doing.  And the same is true for children.

I want my children to have a healthy relationship with themselves.  All their strengths and weaknesses are a part of what makes them unique.  What I really want for them is to learn to use their strengths and weaknesses to become successful adults.




Could Sweet Boy resolve to be friendlier in 2018?  Sure, but strangers make him very uncomfortable.  And with his great number skills, I could see him being a great accountant or programmer someday where he doesn’t have to work with strangers a lot.  Could Girlie resolve to be less bossy in 2018?  She could, but she’s actually really good at communicating what she wants and that could translate into her being a great leader.

As for cleaning their rooms, eating their vegetables and bickering less- we worked on all those things in December, and we’ll still be working on them in February.  They are not just January goals.  As they grow older, they will realize that a clean room makes it easier to find their toys, their tummies feel better when they eat their vegetables and kind words are more effective than bickering words.  They will realize those things when they are ready and hopefully they will commit to those basic concepts at some point.  I’m quite sure it will be because they really want to not because the calendar tells them it is time to make resolutions.

Wishing everyone a happy and healthy 2018.

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#27- Fear

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Fear is a natural state unless you are a teenage boy.  Children fear being alone, twentysomething’s fear the unpredictability of their future.  How will I pay the bills? Is that car going to crash into me?

And being a parent has its own set of fears.  When my baby falls, will he get hurt? Will my tween get bullied in school?  Is my teenager going to get in trouble drinking?  Am I teaching this little being to grow to be a happy, productive member of society?  Will my kids stay healthy? Will I be around as long as they need me?  Am I teaching them little nuggets of wisdom that will help them as they journey through life?

Tangent warning (It will all come back around.  I promise):

Today as I was driving with my kids, I saw a car with a tire that was ready to pop.  The kids asked me why I pulled over and let that car pass me and why I slowed down.  I told them that I could see that car had a problem with the tire and if the tire popped, the car would be difficult to control.  I wanted to stay away from the car if that happened.

As I said it, I heard my dad’s voice.  From the time I was small, he was always talking to me about how to drive safely.  If you can’t see a truck’s mirrors, they can’t see you.  Bridges freeze first.  Tractor-trailers cannot accelerate or brake as fast as cars.  He always passed along that advice any chance he got, and I know it has helped me avoid a few accidents over the years.

We are nearing what would have been his 69th birthday, and next month will be the 16th anniversary of the heart attack that took him from us.

Back to Fear

My dad passed when he was just 53.  He never met any of his children’s spouses or any of his grandchildren.  When I am 53, my son will be 16 and my daughter will be 14.  As an old mom, this thought haunts me all the time.

What can I do about genetics?  I take my cholesterol pills, I have never even tried a cigarette, and never will.  I’m exercising regularly and trying to eat healthy on a tight budget in an effort to lose some extra pounds.  I sing every day too – it reduces stress.  As my doctor bluntly told me, “After 40, you really can’t fight genetics and an unhealthy lifestyle.”

When I don’t want to exercise, I look at my kids.  I know that the health and fitness experts would say I should do it for me, but I have to say, these two cutie pies are pretty good motivation.

More Fear

On Black Friday, I skipped the shopping and went for my yearly mammogram.  I got a call from the doctor late that afternoon.  There is a change from last year in my left breast.

“It is probably just a cyst,” he said.  “But let’s get a few more images to be sure.”

I have my follow up next week.  Four weeks after the first.  For these four weeks, I have been trying to hide the fear of what this could be while creating a happy holiday season for my children.  There are days I am successful.  There are days I am not. The day we put up the tree, we realized most of our lights were ruined by a flood in the basement a few weeks earlier.  I somewhat manically marched everyone down to CVS at 7:00 at night so we could all have that Christmas happiness in the house right now (Dammit!).

As a music teacher, I am also right in the middle of concert season.  I consider these weeks with my students to be the weeks where lasting memories are made.  In any given year, it is a challenge to calmly teach and encourage them while they are Santa-Crazy and Snow-Bonkers.  But I work hard at it, and I think I’m pretty good at it.  This has not been any given year, but I still try to remember that these kids deserve that happy memory and it is my job to help them get there.

I have waited with the fear for three weeks, and there is just one week to go.  The friends and family I have told have been incredibly supportive.  Some reminded me that they would have brought me in right away if it looked really bad and others saying that cysts are common in well-endowed women (damn big ta-tas).

And in this week there are presents to wrap, concerts to run, cookies to bake and holiday merriment to be had.  The fear is there, but so is life.  And I guess that’s really the point.

 

 

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#26- Things My Kids Say- Funny Fall Quotes

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There are so many times when I have to bite my tongue to not laugh at my kids.  Girlie is such a little parrot and Sweet Boy has such a sense of comic timing.  They crack me up all the time – even when it’s not appropriate.  Here are a few of my favorite funny quotes from the last few months.

  1. Sweet Boy:  “Great Gram is my honey.”  My grandmother is 97.  Having a 4-year-old boy call her his honey just makes her day every time we go for a visit.
  2. Girlie:  Carrying the frozen waffles in the grocery store.  “I need to put these in the carriage.  My back hurts.”  Usually, it’s me putting her down because my back hurts.  Seriously, I have a collective 85 pounds of kids.
  3. Girlie:  “Can I exercise with you tonight?  Can I giddy-up too?”  I’ve been doing the Country Heat videos on Beachbody On Demand.  She likes to join in.
  4. Sweet Boy:  “Daddy, look!  It’s a party bus.”  This was my fault.  He saw a shuttle bus one day and asked me what kind of vehicle it was.  I couldn’t think of the right name, so I told him it was a bus for taking people around for parties.  Boy, did that shock my husband to hear that.
  5. Girlie: “I’m so sad Mr. Pumpkin had to go back to his home.”  When our jack-o-lantern rotted out, I threw it in the compost pile after the kids went to bed.  They realized it the next morning, so I told her that Mr. Pumpkin went back to his home to help new pumpkins grow next year. She still tells me how sad she is once a week.
  6. Sweet Boy: “That was awful!!! Don’t ever do that again.”  This is what he told the nurse on flu shot day.  I don’t know many 4-year-old boys that use the word awful.  He just sounds like a little old man.
  7. Girlie: “Can we open our el-phant calendar?”  We’re on day 10 and she hasn’t quite sounded out Advent yet.
  8. Sweet Boy:  I started the Country Heat program after finishing the You V2 program.  My husband did not like the leader in the first program, so when I started the second, I told him that the music wouldn’t be as good, but there would be more eye candy.  Sweet Boy responded, “I want candy!”
  9. Girlie:  “Can we go see our Halloween neighbors?”  Our neighbors are lovely people, but we don’t see them much because of my work and commute schedule.  But we saw them all on Halloween, and she got lots of candy and doting compliments about her costume.  So now she calls them our Halloween neighbors.
  10. Sweet Boy:  “Mommy, you told me 1000 times yesterday to be nice to my sister.  Today you won’t have to tell me at all.”  I’m glad he remembered my frustrated exaggeration that day.

They make me laugh every day (almost).  I can hear my teacher voice and my 40-something phrases that aren’t really used much today all reflected in their humor.  But most of all, I love that they can be funny without being crude.  Don’t get me wrong, we have days where they want to laugh about poop, hug my butt (not too weird) or say the word sock 3000 times (I don’t get that one).  But they still have that naive innocence that I don’t always see with the children I teach.  And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

 

#25 – The Kids and their Dad

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My husband and I each have our own roles with the kids.  We help each other in those roles when we need to, but the kids know what to expect when we are using our strengths.

My husband is great at challenging the kids.  He pushes Sweet Boy to sound out words and Girlie to climb higher than she thought she could.  He also makes them laugh-big giant belly laughs that no one else can get out of them.

Hide-and-seek with Dad

I think my favorite activity is to watch or listen to them playing hide and go seek.  The kids don’t really get the whole concept yet.  Sweet Boy usually calls out, “Come find me.  I’m in the bathroom.”  You can usually hear him laughing behind the shower curtain from two rooms away.

Girlie usually comes running from her hiding spot to tell dad that she’s ready.   And they both use the same three hiding spots.  Always.

Meanwhile, my husband takes great pride in his hiding spots.  After a few minutes, he will usually cough or make his phone beep to help them, but the kids will keep looking right past him.  Sometimes I get called up to help the kids find Dad.  I usually give them not-so-subtle hints like- “Boy, how did the laundry get so full?”  But those subtle clues usually get missed.  After 10 minutes or so, Dad jumps out from the laundry or whatever hiding spot he’s using that night and starts telling the kids how he is the ultimate hide-and-seek champion.  It makes the kids laugh so hard.  But it also makes them try harder next time.  And I can really appreciate his hide and go seek skills when the kids can actually find their own shoes.

So while the kids may get the traditional storytimes, museum trips or songs about brushing your teeth from me, they are getting a whole other type of learning from him.  And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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#24- Thanksgiving weekend traditions

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As Thanksgiving weekend approaches, I’m really looking forward to our family traditions.  We take a few days to enjoy our extended family and kick off the Christmas season together.  Some of our traditions are pretty typical, but some are unique to our family.  If you’re looking for a new idea- check out our Sunday tradition.

It all starts on Wednesday for us.  We visit our families on Thursday, so I end up baking desserts to bring with us.  The kids like to help.  This year I’ll be making a pie, a cake and some cookies.  The kids will stir the cake a bit and “clean” the bowls and frosting for me.   We will also attempt to clean the dining room where we’ll put the tree.  This year I’m trying to convince the kids to put together some old toys that they don’t use anymore to donate to the Salvation Army.  They aren’t too excited about the idea, but I’m trying.

Thanksgiving Day

We are very fortunate that my family and some of my husband’s family live close to each other.  It wasn’t always that way, so I can really appreciate it.  We start off going to my husband‘s aunt’s house.  He has been bragging about her Thanksgiving dinners since our first date.  And he was right.  She and her daughter are amazing cooks and they have an incredibly huge TV for football.  Two words- meat stuffing!!!  They love also love my kids and have so much fun with them.  For a house without any toys, my kids always seem to have fun. Between climbing Uncle Dave, Uncle Joe’s silly faces, Cousin Valerie’s “did you know” games, and Auntie Lorraine’s cozy hugs, the kids always find something to do.

After we eat there, we head over to my brother’s house for dessert.  The two houses are about 5 minutes from each other.  It’s great.  The kids run around with their cousins and the adults catch up and try to make plans for Christmas.  By the time we head home, the kids are pretty tired.  They usually fall asleep in the car and get carried into bed.


Black Friday

I am not a Black Friday shopper.  I have always tried to have my shopping done by Thanksgiving.  As a music teacher, I just need that crossed off my list before concert season begins.  We will be cleaning.  Serious, deep cleaning.   I don’t want to decorate over dirt, so Friday we clean.  Pretty boring, but hey, I’m old.

Saturday

Saturday is decorating day.  The kids get so excited to see the tree and help decorate.  They help put the lights outside.  We spread crafty decorations throughout the house as we watch Rudolph or Frosty.  Santa, snowmen, bows, glitter.  It’s all pure joy and wonder for them, which is pure joy for me.  I also like to make our own turkey dinner on Saturday.  It’s a busy day but one of the most heart-warming days of the year.

Sunday

Here’s where it gets good.  Every year, on the Sunday after Thanksgiving my kids awaken to the arrival of our Elf on the Shelf, Jingles, and a box from Santa.  Santa writes the kids a note telling them what they’ve been doing well and what they can improve.  He also sends each kid a pair of Christmas PJs, a Christmas book, and a new ornament for the tree.  The box builds the wonder of Santa Claus, and the kids get to spend the month dreaming about Christmas in their new PJs.  The books help us talk about the spirit of giving and baby Jesus.

I love this weekend with my family.  It is probably my favorite weekend of the year.  I try to make it special for my kids because the reality is- you probably only get about 10 chances to make Christmas of believing really special.  I want my kids to have great memories of our kick off to Christmas.

 

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#18- Some days are all about the potty

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A few different days this summer I brought my kids with me to get my classroom ready.  It was easier to make a few short trips rather than make a day of it because of their limited attention spans.  One memorable visit was the usual 90 minutes, but I think we spent more than half that time using the potty.

I sat them down with a movie and some lunch as I tackled a new bulletin board.  After their first course, the bathroom parade began.  First Sweet Boy decided he had to pee.  When we were there, Girlie decided she wanted to try to go tinkles too.  She spent about 10 minutes trying to poop too, but was really uncomfortable without a potty seat.  We washed up and headed back to my classroom.

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A crappy situation

The kids returned to their lunch and then I noticed Girlie hiding behind the piano.  I knew what was coming.  A few moments later, I could smell that Girlie had gotten much more comfortable with her pull-up on.  I cleaned her up, ran to the bathroom to drop off the offensive diaper and went back to my bulletin board.

Literally two minutes later Sweet Boy was running down the hall.  I asked him where he was going and he yelled for all to hear, “I have to poop, Mommy.”

He went straight into the ladies room because, “I need you, Mommy.”

I scooped up his sister and followed him in.  For 15 minutes we talked about the door locks, how people usually want privacy in the bathroom, the sanitary napkin box, the handicapped stall, and a bit about world peace.  He finished up. We went back to my room.   I put up the last few pieces in my classroom and we left.

I know when they are older, there will be many things I will miss about this age.  I don’t think life revolving around the bathroom will be one of those things.

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Find a Daycare You Love – How We Got a Good One and the Mistakes We Made

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My first year back to work was really difficult.  Sweet Boy had his health issues, but I was also very suspect of the care he was getting.  Being a teacher, I was all for the large daycare model to prepare my child for his school years.  But the large center was not for us.

Problem #1- Don’t ignore your gut, or in our case, your husband’s gut.

When I went to visit the local daycares, I fell in love with the two infant teachers at the largest center.  They were warm, caring women who were also very knowledgeable about infants.  My husband did not like the overall vibe he got from the center, but I loved those women and we signed the papers.

Problem #2- If the staff is hinting that a place is a germ factory, it probably is.

Over the six months, they took care of Sweet Boy, they were so good about giving me a gentle push when I needed it, whether it was about feeding, teething, or even getting Sweet Boy to a specialist.  More than anything, I appreciated their candor about the number of families sending sick children to the center.  They knew he got every virus and he got it worse than most.  Really, they knew he was in the wrong place.   I loved those women and still keep in touch with them today on Facebook.

Problem #3- If it’s important to you and not to your child care providers, run!

When Sweet Boy was one, he moved up to the toddler room.  I was less happy during his four months with those ladies.  Every time I came in, the lead teacher was distracted.  Most mornings she had her head in a magazine.  Sometimes it was work related, but it was more shopping magazines.  She rarely greeted me or my child, and that REALLY bothered me.  How would my boy learn basic manners from someone who didn’t have them herself?

The toddler room was also a lot more open with the rest of the daycare, and we found ourselves making a lot of trips to the pediatrician for issues that were not necessarily related to Sweet Boy’s health issues.  Pink eye, stomach bugs, rashes.  I know its typical kid stuff, but getting pink eye once a month is not really typical.  Plus with all of the colds going around the center, his asthma and ear infections were pushed to the max.  He started needing shots of antibiotics because the oral ones weren’t strong enough anymore.

Problem #4- If they are only telling you about his negative behaviors, and never have anything nice to say about your kid, they probably don’t like kids.

As the months went on, Sweet Boy had some issues with one of his peers.  He would grab toys from her, and she would in return bite him–every day.  As tragic as it may seem to a new mom, the teacher in me had enough Ed. Psych background to know it was pretty normal toddler stuff.   Kiddos are pretty instinctual at that age with very few words to use.  I got plenty of reports of him being bitten and even more of him having trouble sharing.

So after seven bites in one week, I calmly asked if they had any strategies for keeping the two away from each other to prevent the issue.  I knew my child was a part of the problem, but that doesn’t mean I want him to get bit.  The lead teacher snapped at me saying it was all Sweet Boy’s fault because he was the bully in the situation.  I know Bully has been a buzz word for a few years now, but I really couldn’t believe she called a 15-month-old a bully.  I could tell from the other teacher’s faces that they all knew she had crossed a line.

We pulled Sweet Boy out at the end of the month and the directors got a very detailed letter describing the many reasons we were leaving.  They haven’t changed anything and that teacher is still there three years later, while all the teachers we liked are not.  So, I know now that the problem was more systemic than just a one-person problem.

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The new search

That whole summer I was nervously searching for a new daycare.  I remember Sweet Boy’s infant teachers gently pushing me to find a smaller placement for him.  And after a very difficult year in the center, my husband put his foot down.  We were going to find a home daycare this time.  A friend of mine mentioned to me that one of her former co-workers now had a home daycare and I should check her out.   My friend told me that this woman was very detail-oriented and thorough and she would absolutely trust her with her kids.

Step one- check.  Get a personal recommendation.

When I went for a visit, a few things struck me right away.  It was considered a large home daycare.  13 kids and three adults.  My fears about my kid getting into trouble when the teacher had to pee were not relevant here (and yes, I had those fears before I had Girlie).  I also loved that the director’s husband was one of the teachers and later worked as one of the subs.  Men and women are different with kids and I think it is important that kids know both.

They were also confident that they could meet the needs of his reflux diet.  They served healthy meals, and right on the spot, she had a few healthy switches she could easily make to keep him healthy.  After that first visit, I was confident that this was the place for my boy.

Step two- check.  Visit and see your personal values in action.

In his first year, Sweet Boy was encouraged to use his words, pushed to pursue his love of learning, showed how to work out problems, and never treated like a bully as he was still learning to share and take turns.  He had a few rough patches during the winter when his asthma meds affected his personality, but the staff was very sensitive to the side effects of his medications.  I never got a report that was all negative.  There was always a bright spot to his day, and I always heard about it.

Step 3- check.  Make sure they actually like kids, in all their stages.

They saved a spot for us when they learned I was expecting.  Girlie had an amazing first year with them.  They gave us suggestions for dealing with Girlie’s lactose sensitivity and snuggled her during those 7 miserable months where she got 16 teeth.

As both my kids go through the “terrible twos” and the “Why threes?” the teachers guide them to be good people.  They teach them about letters, numbers, colors, dinosaurs, planting, cooking, animals, and outer-space.  And all that is wonderful.  But teaching them to be good people is what is most important to me.  Studies show that self-regulation and social skills are crucial in being ready for kindergarten, and I am so glad that is what my kids are getting.

As a working mom, knowing my kids are at a daycare with amazing teachers who have the same values and priorities makes sending my kids there so much easier.  And having seen the other side of the spectrum, I am so grateful for our daycare family.

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#10 – Are you her grandmother?

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I really started feeling like an old mom after #2 arrived.  I was up every night with Girlie and Sweet Boy was not taking any naps unless it was in the car.  Certain things got left behind, like hair cuts, makeup, cooking.  My husband helped, but he also had a very time-consuming job working 60 and 70 hour weeks.

It was at Girlie’s 3-month check-up that I first got asked if I was her grandmother.  I was 39 and at the moment I looked like hell.  I might have showered.  Or not.  I might have combed my hair.  Or not.  I probably had spit-up on me, but the question is really was it on my shirt, shorts or both.  I was mortified, but I was just too tired to give the woman a piece of my mind.

A quick side thought– at the time of this appointment, the local hospital had just relocated the pediatric office to the same floor as the OB/GYN.  I don’t think I was good advertising for the OB at that moment.

Turning insult into insight

When I got home, I started thinking about my friends who are close to 40.  Altogether, we had kids of all ages, from infants to college.  And there were some with no kids at all.  So I reminded myself to be grateful.  Grateful for the chance to be a loving mommy to two sweet kids–even if I did look like a grandmother.

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#8 – ADVANCED MATERNAL AGE

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#2 did not take long to join us (much like her brother).  As an older mom, I am eternally grateful that I did not struggle with fertility issues.   And I’m always sending prayers for those of you who are struggling.

We had a date night scheduled and I decided to take a test a few days early.  Really, I wanted to know if I should have some wine or not.  I looked at that stick, and there she was.

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly of Advanced Maternal Age

For this pregnancy, I was definitely on the ADVANCED MATERNAL AGE track.  Sweet Boy’s early arrival also added to the extra care I received.  There was no medical explanation for my water breaking early, so the doctors watched for everything.  I was at the office at least 3 times a month.  Some parts of the extra care were wonderful, but some were not.  I loved being eligible for the 13 week DNA blood test.  It was so cool to tell people that we were having a girl right away.  The weekly hormone shots in the bum–not so cool.

My husband was the one to administer them. As much as I didn’t like getting the shots, I’m pretty sure that, joking aside, he liked giving them to me even less.


Having an ultrasound every two weeks to watch our baby girl grow– awesome.  Cervix checks every two weeks–not so awesome.

Honestly, being pregnant with a toddler in tow was not as tough as you might think.  Sweet Boy had such an easy going temperament.  He sat quietly in his stroller during all my appointments with nothing more than PBS kids on my phone and a few goldfish.  His asthma did start to show up that winter, but he was so cuddly when he was sick that I didn’t mind.  Plus, he was excited for his new sister to arrive.  I could already tell what a good big brother he was going to be.

Thankfully, there were only a few minor issues with my second pregnancy.  I needed a C-section because you just can’t fit a 15 cm head through a 5 cm hole, but Girlie arrived safely and healthy at just under 10 pounds.

I didn’t feel like an old mom at all.  Yeah, I could totally handle this.   (Can you hear 41-year-old me laughing at 39-year-old me?)

 


#7 – The Perfect Summer

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Being home with my toddler for nine weeks was such an amazing time.  After getting his ear tubes, Sweet Boy’s vocabulary exploded.  He loved stories and he really loved his First 100 words book.  Even at 16 months or so, it was clear that my boy loved to learn.

We had an apartment across from the town beach and we would play in his over-sized sandbox a few mornings every week.  I didn’t take him when it was busy though because I was appalled by some of the music the younger parents played for their kids.  With his vocabulary exploding, I really didn’t want him learning words like booty or effing or anything like that.  Does that make me old? Maybe.

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Feeling old

One day a week we would try one of the local children’s museums.  I listened to the younger moms, but I didn’t really talk with them.  They always looked so perfect.  Nails done, hair free of grays.  It had been so long since my last manicure or dye job, I felt completely out of place.  I was blessed with younger looking skin (Thanks, Mom and Gram), so I didn’t get asked the “Grandmother” question (yet), but I just felt like my priorities were different.

Maybe those younger girls had well-off families.   Maybe they weren’t starting over financially after moving for love.  And just maybe they were just really good with a bottle of nail polish. But I always felt out of place.  So I played with my son instead of interacting with the other moms.  Sometimes I wonder if I was doing him a disservice by not encouraging him to play with the other kids more, but I can’t change that now.

Family Time in Our Perfect Summer

Weekends were time for family outings.  We visited my siblings and their kids.  We went hiking or to scout camp with my husband.  And we took Sweet Boy to the baseball field and made his very first baseball card.  It was such a perfect summer for the three of us.

As Sweet Boy started sleeping more and we started sharing some of our favorite things with the young one, we grew more confident and comfortable as parents.  So we decided that it was time for #2.

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